Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
It is my firm belief that practically every lady I know has, at some point or another, experimented with another girl at least once, and that the majority of those who claim they have never tried are lying. It has also become a tremendous source of shame and guilt for me as an adult, the type of shame and guilt that I pray my daughter never has to deal with.
Your Christian background in the South is gratefully acknowledged. Despite the fact that it isn’t anything I’ve ever shared with anybody, I’m always curious whether the folks who were involved early on believe I am a deviant despite the fact that they were just as ‘guilty’ Even though I had privately considered myself bisexual at times, I always knew that I would never be in a relationship with another woman that went beyond a personal friendship with her. Too much of me craves the (perceived) security that comes with being with a guy.
Despite the fact that my personal experiences have not been without their consequences, they have helped mould me into one of those persons who exemplify the expression “it’s always the silent ones.”
On a sleepover with two buddies in fifth school, I had my first sexual encounter of any kind. It became clear that they had done this previously since they wanted to role play various situations as a married couple. Apart from some kissing and stroking, which were not exactly ‘down there,’ I don’t recall anything else.
I had a tremendous amount of fun and couldn’t wait to play like that in the future! Afterwards, one of the females came over to my place and stayed for the night. We made the decision to pretend we were married while resting in my bed.
Then we humped each other and kissed each other again. And after that she reached down my trouser leg and touched me “here.” I had my first ever orgasm right then and there. For the following several years, I would strive and fail to reproduce that sensation in my own body.
Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
When a new neighbor moved in across the street later that year, she recommended that we practice kissing. I was delighted to oblige. Despite the fact that we took turns wearing a balled-up pair of socks down our trousers, kissing and humping were routine for us, I never had an orgasm. Her assertion was that she did, but I wasn’t certain we knew enough to be positive.
Later on, while I was in junior high, I would have some fun with a close buddy. Even though she had more experience than I had, I was excited to get some practice with her. The fact that she liked it when I fingered her was a plus for me. She once offered that I go down on her, but I had no clue how to do it, so I laughed it off as an absurd suggestion.
As soon as she entered high school, we lost touch, and she dropped out of the program. She once asked me if it was simply a phase when we reunited after I graduated from college. As if it wasn’t obvious enough! No, I wouldn’t say since I didn’t want anybody to believe I was really into it.
Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
Towards the end of high school, I was more interested in meeting new people, going on dates, and really making out with them than I was in simply practicing with my friends. For me, it wouldn’t be until after I had a serious partner and was enrolled in college that I’d have any interest in playing with other women again.
Feminist theory was a major emphasis of my studies, and I considered myself to be a moderate. Seeing a female and fantasizing about what it would be like to make out with her was pleasant, but I was much too bashful to actually take advantage of the opportunity. I was completing homework when a senior in one of my courses stopped me because she recognized the assignment I was working on.
After that, she enrolled in my gay and lesbian literature course the next semester (I know, it’s a cliché). Secretly, I’d hoped that I’d meet someone in this class with whom to have a sexual relationship, but I never imagined it would be her. During this time, she was involved with another girl and sharing a residence with her.
Our conversation progressed to going out a couple times, and we were both aware of the direction things were taking. While out at a gay club one night, we began kissing one other. We went to her home right away since she lived close and her girlfriend would be working until quite late. When a female goes down on you for the first time, it’s a fantastic experience, and I have to say that it’s something I will never forget.
Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
It has lingered in my rather restricted memory vault as a recollection of the experience. The satisfaction of effectively going down on her would come later. In my opinion, it was a victory to have attracted a lesbian visitor.
She fucked me with a strap-on once (I’m not sure why she didn’t do it more). In recent months, I’ve begun to wish I’d had the opportunity to experience the same thing. She felt bad, and I didn’t want to be a cause in her split with her girlfriend, so our relationship came to an end after around six months.
It was my aim to meet additional females after that, but I was much too hesitant to express my desires publicly. As soon as I finished my feminist theory study, that part of me vanished along with my idealistic streak.
If I thought no one would find out, I’d start dabbling once again. In spite of the fact that my life as a minivan driver and Christian preschool volunteer has become more asexual, I would be overjoyed if any of my friends made an attempt to sexually assault me at any point in the near future.
Just a simple southern housewife with a naughty side
